Karen kept glancing at Anna as well, the much smaller girl still having a new and noticeable (and somewhat peculiar) presence in what had been her space. Watching the Seven Samurai was always engaging and relaxing, and she couldn't help but smile as it went through.

Finally, she looked over at Anna, raising her eyebrows. There's enough room to set it on its' feet. But I've been sleeping in this one for months... are you sure you want it? It was the best response she could think of... but she was supremely unmotivated to try and figure out ~that~ statement.

...we'll unpack your things and sort this out. Later, of course. She didn't really move, just taking a rare moment to be lazy while she watched it. What do you have in those cases, anyway? Most students that moved didn't have stuff already packed in suitcases just to change rooms... boxed maybe.

She blinks at Karen's comment. "I think this will be just fine. Unless there's something I need to know. You aren't a bed-wetter, are you?" Slowly, laboriously she pushes to a seat, stifles a yawn. She turns to face Karen, sat indian-style, too close, probably. Her head tilted slightly-so.

"Most of my stuff's unpacked already. I'm not rocking a whole lot. Got my clothes in my closet, my books on your shelves. Got Wendy by the door." She smirks. "Looks like you've got most of the decorating covered, right?" It's hard to tell if that's supposed to be sarcastic. But she certainly doesn't have many belongings. That's her whole life, tucked into two bags, never unpacked from her old dorm before she was bustled over to this new dorm.

Eyes drift to make sure the door's closed, before leaning in a little more, voice a conspiratorial half-whisper. "So what's the story with the island of Lesbos, here?"

Karen gave Anna a dark look and a warning growl. She was getting used to this girl in her space... but asking her such a question... she quieted down as she talks, then shrugs slightly. I can move some of my stuff if you want. No one else was here... She shrugs a bit uncomfortably, then settles back to continue with the movie..

Until THAT question was asked. Karen sits up, sputtering, and BLINKS at Anna. W-what?! What kind of question is THAT?! She was shocked and red, jaw actually dropped. I-island of what? What do you mean? She wasn't entirely acting either; it was a shocking question, and although Karen knew of a few... she wasn't aware of the sheer indiscretion that happened here. Certainly what she knew had her bright red and flummoxed.

Brows raise as Karen.... growls? Maybe there is something to be concerned about. Eyes roll to the other girl, easy smile playing. "Oh please. Don't play like you haven't so much as flirted with any of the girls here. I mean, you don't have to be gay to get lonely. Gotta find it where you can get it." Lips twisted, reading Karen's expression. She rolls over, shifting to her elbows, stretched feline along the bed, body twisted languidly.

"But that's not what I'm talking about. It's like, half the girls look terrified of their own shadows. And the other half stalk through the halls like they're hungry wolves and the rest of the school is juicy little rabbits. And the look of this place. School looks like farm league for the Vic Secret catalog. I mean, were body shots a requirement for application. And then there's just this whole...." sense of foreboding, this thing she can't exactly put into words, but the thought of it just sends goosebumps prickling visibly up her skin.

Still flushing from the look Anna sent her while stretching out on her(Karen's!) bed, Karen began to sit back as she listened to what she was saying...

After she was done, Karen just looked at Anna for a few long moments. Moments that stretched into minutes. There was almost a palatable stillness and silence from her, as Karen began to catch on to what she was talking about. Caught on... and began to balk.

How does one talk about this sort of thing? /I should say something.. I really should say something. But, what the hell do I say? This is... no, she won't believe me. I could... try and... make her believe... but that might... but if I say nothing.../ Goosebumps were forming on her own arms, and she suppressed a shiver, as if the room had suddenly become colder. Karen closed her eyes slowly, and then her head audibly thumped against the wall behind her head.

...ow. She had the good grace to blush ad sit up a bit straighter, looking to her. But she still didn't know what she could say, and she began to get very worried. Worried and guilty. She tried not to show it in her eyes.

...whole? She finally says, latching on to the last thing she said... like an emergency escape, and a rope to pull on. To draw out what she was thinking... maybe to play dumb. Maybe because she was hoping Anna was feeling something else. Maybe so... she could find a way... to talk about the things she had seen since she came here.

Word of advice, the worry shows. As Karen's vision seems to spin, Anna grows increasingly worried. When Karen's eyes open, she's face to face with Anna, sitting cross-legged, waving a hand in front of her face. "You okay, girl? You look like you're having some mean anxiety attack..." And when the tough girl's bugging out over a few words, you know your suspicions of something very bad probably have a firm foundation. She rubs Karen's shoulder comfortingly. Eyes scan her face, vaguely worried despite herself. "Maybe you should lie down.... All I meant was, there's a lot of pieces that don't make sense around here. Girls who shouldn't be here, here. Dreams of monsters and....." a laborious sigh. "Maybe they're not just dreams and..... I don't know. The whole place just feels like David Lynch pulling a social experiment. I don't think I've ever been this creeped out in my life. and by nothing, really." Eyes darkened, she shakes the thought away. "But I guess I'm just needlessly spooking you, yeah? You'd know about this place better than me."

Karen blinks back at Anna at the wave, her brow furrowed. Finally, she smiled a bit wanly. Um, no, I am not tired. I just... thought of something. That's all. She had to admit, Anna was sharp. Sharper than Karen. She went quiet as Anna rambled on, trying to smooth over the anxiety and atmosphere that had built up from Karen's reaction...

Finally, she let out a sigh as well, looking to the movie that was playing. David Lynch? She asks in a low voice, head tilted forwards. Looking back at Anna's eyes, seeing the concern there, she smiled reassuringly. Somehow, she felt better. Listen, this place...

She trailed off and sighed. ...never mind. I'm fine. Not entirely true, but she was more worried about this girl. Somehow Karen felt like an older sister. So a lot of strange stuff has happened to you? She rephrases, though her eyes were shifting back to the movie. She was still slightly tense, but she was trying to relax. Maybe something in there would help Karen talk to her... though nothing she could say would really help in the long run.

Sharp's a word for it, and Karen doesn't hide her emotions very well. Anna reads the highs and lows on her face. And it gives her the validation she needs. Something very wrong is going on in this place, and Karen knows about it. "Girl, a lot of strange stuff has happened in my life. But this is something new." Face-to-face with Karen - eyes read hers for tells.

"Something's going on. Something weird. Experimentation. Into hallucinations maybe. Have you seen those oil rigs out on the horizon? Out here? in the middle of nowhere? and the counselor stares at me like I'm an especially tasty lab rat." she's used to talking like this, back in the streets of Seattle with the half-lunatics and the drug addicts and the weird lonely artists. There's a creeping half-smile. "And that bitch Barbie. She was so monstrous and demonic but..... I mean, she was real. really." Eyes alight as she reads the jump in Karen's expression. That's the validation she needs. Eyes narrow. "The hell's going on here, Karen?"

Karen blinks uncomfortably at Anna's quite close examination of her face. Closing her eyes and sighing, she just listens to Anna's questions. Her eyes go open again as she looks back at Anna.

I... really... don't know. She mumbles, and puts a hand to her own forehead. I really... really don't know. She goes silent for a few long moments, then she looks back to Anna.

But... there are... strange things here. I... don't know how to put it any other way. Her expression tightens, her mouth becoming a line. How the hell does she talk about what happened to her? Instead she reaches up, squeezing Anna's shoulder lightly. Words weren't any comfort, and Karen had nothing comforting to say. It was hard enough to have someone pry, or for Karen to realize how helpless it all was.

Scooting back up against the wall, she stretched her legs out more across the bed. It was hard to focus on the movie given all this... but hell, Karen had never talked about something like this to anyone here. Especially someone who knows less than she did.

Although, from the creeping smile Anna wore, Karen had to wonder if the girl wasn't a tad... unhinged already. But... originally, or from here?

...I really don't know what else to say, you know. She repeats, glancing at Anna again.

"Hh. I get the feeling you don't ever know what else to say." The playful edge of a smile works the corners of her lips. Palms sit on the mattress, stretching upward, body curved up from her hips like a cat, head rolled back in her neck. Fingers move to rub her collar as she yawns.

"So what you're telling me is, this place might be built on an indian burial grounds, or it might be the subject of government super-science testing. Or it might all be a metaphor for hell that we're living in. But you're not quite sure. It's all... just.... so.... weird." She rolls her eyes. [b]"Really, I figured you'd have something to tell me. Anything. But I guess you just know how to fight. But you don't know what to fight or why to fight it."

Karen's uneasy smile slowly faded, and she slowly sat back up. She was pale, her eyes furious and blazing. But she slowly reigned in her anger, breathing out in a long hiss.

Do you think this is a fucking joke? She reached out, plucking Anna right off the bed and tossing her, akimbo, onto the floor. At least the mat was some cushion from the sudden impact. Sliding her legs over the sheets, Karen pushed herself onto her feet.

If you are scared, don't take it out on me. As she spoke, she bent her knees and crouched next to her, eyes focusing on Anna's. So apologize. And tell me what the hell happened. And then we can talk about this. Do we have an understanding? She spoke softly, still angry, but trying to soften her expression, at least a bit. This girl was getting under her skin, but Karen really could not let that get to her.

Eyes bolt open with surprise as she's swiftly thrown to the mat, falling flat to her back. She doesn't even see it coming. Wide eyes narrow as Karen leaps down after her. "Bitch... No you didn't..." she hisses. She's got no training, but she's been in a scrap or two, and as Karen approaches, her knee comes up, snapping hard to Karen's chin, pushing up to elbows, then palms. She shakes, hair in her eyes. Licking at lips, poised to spring to her feet as she waits for Karen to move, eyes dancing quick.

Karen was low, and it meant it was easy to bring up Anna's knee to her face... and she was caught off guard. She gasps in pain, rolling back, and then snarled. She was by the door, now, and started to stand up.

She was PISSED, breathing hard and clenching her fists. Blood dribbled from her nose, and she licked it away. Yes, I did. Do you think this is some stupid game? Do you think I am pushing you around for fun? She breathed in deeply, then... BAM!! She hammered the closet door with her fist, cracking the wood and rattling it VERY loudly.

If I wanted to. She said dangerously. I could seriously kick your ass. I do not want to. So sit back down, shut up, and listen. But if you want to start a fight you will NOT win, keep up this fight. Karen was glaring right into her eyes, angry and attempting to intimidate the girl right back where she was. Hand smarting, she slowly pulled her fist off of the wood, and looked at Anna flatly.

I am SORRY for pushing you. But starting a serious fight over that is STUPID. If you do, you certainly deserve getting your ass kicked.

She springs to her feet, dances back, hackles to the window, eyes coasting over Karen. Girl's pissed, but Anna can't hold back the smirk, bratty. "Oh. Wait. I get it now. This is the whole 'big sister' thing. You've been around the block. You know what's up, so better listen. Fuck..." Eyes still darting over Karen. She wets her lips. "This private school shit really is exactly like prison, isn't it?" Mood shifted like that, because she's shifted gears entirely. Or maybe she's just trying to back down as gracefully as possible. Well, as gracefully as she can manage. She casually glances out the window, smug still. "Honestly chick, I don't know what you want me to do."

For one... Karen said quietly, jerking a thumb towards her bleeding nose. You can apologize for kneeing me in the face when I was backing down from pushing you. She was not exactly thrilled by Anna mocking her 'big sister' act... not that she was wrong.

Two. If we are going to live in this room, we can stand to respect each other a little. Or... you can try your hand with another roommate... but honestly, your last one sounded stellar.

Finally, though, her expression shifted back. it was hard for her to swallow her anger... but she didn't want to be too hard on this girl. After that. She grunted as she moved from the door, sitting down hard on the bed. We can watch movies and talk.

She sits there for a bit, waiting to see what Anna will do. If Anna looks to settle down, Karen's expression turns a bit sour. Prison... I guess. The thought was extremely depressing. But there are things here that... are seriously... NOT... normal... and I think they run the show.